Penthouse Blue lyrics

[Part I] Say, why you tryna front, like you was never in love? I fuck you, you fuck me, girl, you knew what it was Baby, don't you tell me you don't love me (yeah, ah) I fuck you once again, I make you fall back in love We gon' act gangsta sex is good, girl, you know I'm a thug Baby, don't you tell me you don't love me (yeah) Now, why the fuck would you go lie and tell them hoes you don't love me? Tuggin' and dissin' me, like I was some sort of scrub And when you play like that, you know you make me feel ugly Bitch, I'm playing these streets, I need somebody to hug me Ho, I get out of pocket when I'm sippin' this muddy Come put that pussy on me, like your nigga in trouble I stick this dick off in you, and I tell you: I love you Now say that shit back, even if you lie when we fuckin' Oh, oh Girl, I was thuggin' Hate when you been lying, sayin' that we ain't fuckin' When I dig it deep, you feel it way in your stomach Ho, don't ever try to act like you were in love (love) Say, why you tryna front, like you was never in love? I fuck you, you fuck me, girl, you knew what it was Baby, don't you tell me you don't love me (yeah, ah) I fuck you once again, I make you fall back in love We gon' act gangsta sex is good, girl, you know I'm a thug Baby, don't you tell me you don't love me (yeah) Bitch, you know exactly what it ain't, what it was I get disrespectful when I'm takin' these drugs She gon' take this dick and that shit all for a boss I run through her tunnel like I'm Harriet Tubman Hold on, look Now you got it all twisted up I lie because I do love you, girl If I told you the truth all the time, then that means I don't care about you I'm out on these streets telling these hoes the truth I lie to you because I care about your feelings [Part II] Ay, see your chain with that nigga I know you lie to me, bitch, I know you tryna be slick You wanna put a label on this, but I ain't tryna be shit You know, stupid ho, you know I know you lie to me, bitch You never wanted me rich You say you try to be loyal, you still lie to me, bitch Try to leave me for that fuckboy, you thought he was rich Now I'm laughin' at you both, since the economy switched You know I passed on hoes, I never sweat for a bitch Cause a ho gon' be a ho, and you got [Cleff?] on the wrist I'ma slide to I-95, swervin' and shit In my feelings thinkin' you did this on purpose and shit I know you lie to me, bitch I'm still embarrassed by the shit that I would buy for this bitch But I try for you, bitch Any time that she would call, I would slide for this bitch Caught you runnin' out of his condo, you was tryin' to be low Here I am thinkin', you was tryna be more Nigga gave you everything, like I was signin' this ho Put you in the high fashion, high designin' this ho Supposed to lie to them niggas, but why you lie to me though? You sit back and blaze the grabba, crack the Casamigo' But you really lied to me, but you really lied to me I used to kiss them lips, [to give 'em my petition?] Now she just another bitch in my collection I know you lie to me, bitch He got ahead in his foot, like doing pottery, bitch I'm 'bout to slap that nigga face, I'm 'bout to powder my shit I'm really in my feelings, I gotta get out of them shits In my cell, I close my eyes and see her ridin' my dick Now I close my eyes and just see her lying with this nigga